Chapter 70

Clara

“Is that a threat?” I peeled the phone from my cheek to switch it to speaker. Set it atop Dario’s desk so both he and Gavin could hear it. I knew I didn’t need to tell either one to be quiet.

“Not at all,” said the speaker, and I thought I could just track the faintest traces of some kind of accent in the clipped, careful words. “It’s an offer.”

Across the desk, Dario was frantically typing